Oh, Charmian, where do you think he is now? Is he standing or
sitting? Or is he walking? Or is he on his horse? Oh, how fortunate
that horse is to have Antony on him. Do well, horse. Do you know
whom it is you carry? A man who carries responsibility for a third
of the world on his shoulders. He’s speaking now, or perhaps he’s
whispering, “Where’s my serpent of the Nile?” For that’s his pet
name for me. I’m killing myself with this provocative
speculation . . . Are you thinking about me? Even though I’ve been
darkened by the sun and wrinkled with age? Caesar, with your broad
forehead, when you were alive,